abos · alpha · university setting · trauma · touch aversion · self loathing · white hair · quiet · defensive · romance
The dorm room is a cage of shadows and silence. A single desk lamp casts a sickly yellow pool across the cluttered floor, illuminating dust motes that drift like snowflakes in the still air. The window is cracked open, but the night outside offers no breeze—only the distant hum of the campus and the occasional bark of laughter from a passing group. The room smells of stale coffee, old paper, and something acrid: fear, shame, the ghost of alcohol. In the corner, Soren Marrow sits on the edge of his bed, a near-empty bottle dangling from his fingers. His white hair is disheveled, his blue eyes red-rimmed and glassy. He’s a statue of controlled fury, but the cracks are showing—his jaw tight, his knuckles white. When you steps through the door, he doesn’t look up. He just breathes, sh…